Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours
Marluxia could only stare at the grey face, the words not communicating themselves into sense and idea. “I—”
The first thing that he noticed was the difference in height, going from six-foot something back down to four-foot tall was downright disorienting. The table that used to be waist height to him before were now unreachable.
He gave an experimental roll of his shoulders, the proportions feeling completely wrong, before looking down at the rest of him and the now enormous cloak puddling at his feet.
“Damnit.” He cursed before flushing at the squeak that left his throat.
 Until 2 AM. I am going to have so much fun with this.